Page 61 of Merciless
“Then I could drop to my knees and feast on your cunt until you’re screaming for mercy, desperate for me to let you come.”
Whimper.
“And all the while, Reid could be behind you. He is rather fond of anal. He could have his tongue on you at the same time.”
Whimper.
“Would you like that, Dove? What about if we both filled you at the same time? Have you ever done that before?”
I shake my head from side to side. Not to deny his question but to try and shake the image his words are conjuring up from my head.
“You’re going to be dreaming about that tonight, aren’t you?”
I fucking hope so. It’ll be a hell of a lot more pleasurable than my usual nightmares.
“Sorry, I got a little distracted there, where were we?” he asks himself, before standing to full height and giving me yet another look at how much he wants everything he just described.
“It’s funny how you call me a whore for being turned on and yet there you stand with your boner loud and proud.”
“Oh, little dove,” he muses as he pushes his hand into his sweats. “I never claimed to be anything else. I fucking love women, and sex. I have no shame in admitting that. And sharing you with Reid, while you’re totally at our mercy. Fuck, yeah, that gets me hot.”
“Asshole,” I hiss as he continues walking away from me and pulls open Reid’s torture cupboard.
I want to ask what he’s searching for, but I keep my lips locked tight.
He’s JD, not Reid. His torture seems to come in a very different form to the twisted demon who roams these halls. Although, honestly, I’m not sure which one is worse.
“Ah-ha,” he says before spinning back around.
My eyes widen at the things in his hand.
“What are you—”
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks with a wicked glint in his eye.
“Is that a trick question?”
He laughs before pocketing a comb and expertly spinning the scissors around his finger and stepping in closer behind me.
The comb gently brushes against my scalp as he works through the knots left behind from the lack of conditioner.
“You need your roots done,” he muses.
“No shit.”
“You should let it grow out. I bet you’re hot as a brunette.”
“No,” I state simply.
“Fair enough. You know, Reid didn’t do half a bad job here.”
“I don’t believe that for a second; he just hacked straight across,” I mutter as he makes use of the comb, pulling sections out straight and trimming the ends. “Although I’m worried you’re about to make a bad job even worse.”
“Have faith.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not sitting here naked after being let out of your cell.”
“I can get naked if it’ll help. I can’t promise you won’t start begging the second you get a look at my cock though.”